Dawn

Do you hear the crows? The sun strains to break our darkness and with this slight light the crows caw and squeal and now I hear a flock of geese, I'm sure, ready for a river landing.

The dawn is peaceful, isn't it.

Take an adventure, move outside with your cup of coffee.

See 'ya later.

Stephen

At Three In The Morning

Not even Anthony Bourdain holds my interest. If not for the noise I'd sneak into the garage and return to my current restoration project, but it wouldn't be fair to my wife as she sleeps the sleep of the innocent.

Perhaps I should take coffee cup in hand and stroll the neighborhood, amble down to the river and listen to the wind. Then again, I should take care of the first of the month bills; sit and write checks, balance the accounts. After all, it's either tackle the task here or later at my office.

A few minutes ago I even contemplated my old Marlin and a magazine filled with .22 CB caps. I thought why not sneak out and place a target on the back fence then ease a chair out to the edge of the deck. I have night vision equipment and shots towards the river are safe silent gunnie therapy.

My eyes burn. Think I'll just take that walk.

By the way, Anthony Bourdain is a wuss.

Stephen